(This is impaired but completely different from a fic I Read once!)
Shota Aizawa, also known as the Underground pro Hero Easerhead was on portal one night scanning over the buildings when he heard a lot scream.
He quickly stands up rushing to we’re he believed the noise was coming from.
He made it to a Dark Allway, they’re was a young girl and two drunken street thugs trying to go after her purse.
Easerhead grabs his capture weapon before quietly jumping down the moment one of the street thugs pulled a knife out on the girl, Easerhead buds in, “hay! What do you think your doing?
One of the street thugs rolls his eyes spitting at the ground, “getting what we believed to be ours, now scram hobo before we make you regret it.”
“I’m sorry but I don’t think I can do that, you can either do this the hard way or the easy way.”
The what looks like female one smirks rolling her eyes, turning to her friend, “I’ll deal with this guy you deal with the girl.”
Easerhead gets into a fighting stance ready for a fight, but before he’s able to do anything he feels a sting on his cheek and blood running down it.
She goes to throw another knife at him, he doges it she smirks licking her finger before jumping off the wall over him rubbing her spit covered finger in the cut before jumping on top of a lap post above.
He didn’t have time to deal with her right now so he goes after the other street thug.
He was able to take care of him swiftly when he felt his stomach starting to cramp he turns to the other street thug watching him, still on the lamp post.
She smirks, “ahh yes, my little gift is setting in isn’t it?”
“A gift? What did you do!?” I growled my quirk activating. She chuckles, “that’s not gonna do anything now easer, not how my quirk works.”
“What did you do to me!?” I shouted she chuckles standing up, “it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you now would it?”
She smirks turning, “ your a pro hero, most of you are smart, you can figure it out!”
He chased after her for about an hour before the cramping became to much.
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Aizawa groans sitting at his computer on the floor at his coffee table, he felt like crap, there had been this nauseous annoying him for hours since he got home.
He goes to take a nap before throwing up again.
When he wakes up his sleeping bag feels… tighter almost…